"strick" poems
Tragedy may strick us at any given day
Take life as a chest full of treasure
Bless it in your own way
Give, Live, Love and Breathe
The best that's within you
Cause you may not see truth
Through the mirror that may distort the future
With eye's closed, you may fall
With your eye's wide open
Theres truth that we can't deny
Selfishness, Foolishness, Greed, Hatred
We all our not perfect
Each of us have choice to make and to take
In what we say and do
Just remember one thing
God is watching you
Be not judge by your habit of choice
Let the habit of choice be your salvation
(upwc) 2010 Zenobia Lee/LadyZ710 1-15-2010
Jan 15, 2010
Jan 15, 2010 at 1:20 AM UTC
*Valentine oh valentine,
the sweetest wine,
a valentine.
Always mine,
my valentine.
To hug when I am, oh so bored.
Valentine oh valentine,
so calm; refined,
my valentine.
Never leave my mind,
my iridescent valentine.
Lest' you thus strick me with a sword.*
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
INTO THE INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE INELUCTABLE VISUALITY
Leopold Bloom
tousles my hair.
Tells me I'm a
"...grand little fella altogether!"
His large black eyebrows
look as if they will leap
off his face and land on mine
chew my mind.
Of course he is
only Milo O'Shea.
Actor extraordinaire
from Strick's ULYSSES.
Some concert in the girl's gym
has mad him appear here
before me
quaking in fear.
He is the first man I see
in a tux.
Our class is to recite
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
Was I not nervous?
Jaysus I was so I was!
The spotlight a Medusa
turning us to stone.
An audience a many
headed monster.
I...I...I
petrified.
I throw my voice
out into the dark
like throwing a mad dog
a bone.
"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky."
Guy beside me starts to cry
wee running down his left knee.
Now it's over and I
am returned to myself again.
Meeting Mr. Milo
is just a happenstance.
Later he will will become
Durand Durand
trying to **** Barbarella
with sheer pleasure.
Now, Zeffirelli's kind friar
in ROMEO AND JULIET.
But for me
he always blossoms
into Bloom
tousling my many many curls.
"A wink of his eye and
a toss his head.
soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread."
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Only the giggles are exuberant
And the smiles spread wide.
She'll stand tall,
Somewhat indifferent,
Always there.
Too kind,
Always listening to us
Always there for us
As a friend,
As a shoulder to lean on,
Offering comfort all day
In boredom and in panic.
She'll always be around.
Until she won't.
And I swear,
When she's gone,
Gone too far,
Someone we never noticed before
Will suddenly come alife
As if a cannon strick us
And took away arms, legs,
And paralyzing us.
We'll finally realize,
But it'll be too late.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I've been like this since-
I don't know when it began,
The rain falls down around me,
And the sun won't lift a hand,
Pain.
I've struggled against myself,
I'm my own best enemy,
I hit so hard and strick so deep,
I know how to make me bleed,
Pain.
In a fight against yourself,
No matter who wins, you lose,
But I'll fight myself tonight,
Cause if I die, at least I choose-
Pain.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
*Whippoorwills and high flying airplanes
Church bells and eastbound trains
Cattle moving throughout the night
Killdeer songs in the morning light
A Postman waves while making his round
A buck at the hedgerow , a diesel plow
Shimmering fields , dancing oaks
Burning hickory , field smoke
Black coffee , a stack o' wheats
Frosted windows and strick-o-lean* ...
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
Sometimes waking up is a smack in the face
Like a whip to a slave of a superior race
I offer my shoes to he who dare try a taste
Like snorting a line of strick nine as long as a shoelace
Or perhaps some *** say 151 proof with a match for the chase
It feels that my eyelids have developed a chaffe
Words only hurt directed at face
Alone and disconnected I slip right by you undetected
But I'm only here with you as expected
Call me nowhere man who stands emotionless
Holding your bible but no revival
You say "to understand to be a man"
While I'm in complete wonderment
That you ask what happened to humanity
It's hung from your vanity the one by the writings on the wall
Your book of lies leveling its instability
You sit and paint your face of kindness to get beside us
Spreading false hope greed sliding from your forked tongue
And I say to you go away I've got my own problems
Pray the day I do not wake
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
From the time I was a fan of fairytale
I dreamt of you every night
Every morning I woke up I prayed for you to be mine
Then came a day when everything was seen with open eyes
Flaunting the glass shoes, holding a glass of red wine
Red carpet entrance in white dress riding a carriage
Star gazed by the audience walking down the aisle
Amused it was time to strike off the wish from the bucket list
It was perfect hour, time to recite the vows
Pledging for the eternity, to be each other's permanently
Gut felt the butterflies as everything was precise
The enchanted spell was uttered, the magical words "I Do" reran their world
For the first time, I could witness happily ever after come true
Old habits die hard ... a peck was placed on the forehead
The piece of stone was traded, the first dance on favourite song was shared
Everything was flawless did not want the clock to strick twelve
Yearning to relive every minute again... the dress, shoes and the wine
Walking down the aisle beaming in your eyes posing opposite you
Demanding to live the moment instead of looking from far behind
All should belong to me and all should be mine
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Day of sheets you muse my memory, running threw my head.
180 naps and interesting facts left unknow.
Our pe class was fited with classical clothes.
Mythology, history math and English are your favorites.
Seriously, you are so nice many would find your style as hippy.
Picked at last for volley ball, as other's strick poses so deliciously.
Joking as planets are always figuring and plotting.
The graph is made of tiny boxes as a pyramid is a corner of it.
Retention, is irony of a elegant mirage, likely a dizzy superstition, of snow.
School of visions calculator of success
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC